Pi Day

This late winter day finds me completely preoccupied digging in the dirt.  I type now with sixty four thousand scratches on my hands from weeding flower beds, smelling of leaf smoke, and my lower back is sunburned from spending the day happily bent over perennial flowers that are starting to emerge.  Many thoughts made their way into my head, but most of them were directed at the plants, the earthworms, the birds....no time today to sit and write them all down, but pictures speak volumes.

Until he extends his circle of compassion to include all living things,

man will not himself find peace.

~Albert Schweitzer

The clever men at Oxford, know all that there is to be knowed.

But they none of them know one half as much, as intelligent Mr. Toad.

~Kenneth Grahame

The grand show is eternal.  It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising.  Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

~John Muir

All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring,

I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.

~Helen Hayes